"I hope you're about to tell me you're joking."

Winry wondered briefly how Ed could make such a phrase sound like a threat. Especially when he was half buried in the closet, his voice muffled from shoving his face between a pair of sundresses.

Winry rolled her eyes, far beyond being intimidated by her husband of three months. "Come on, Ed, it's for the kids!"

"We don't have any kids!" he called, leaning out from his clothed prison to give her a baleful look. The effect was ruined by the printed flower skirts draping over his head.

She shifted on the bed to get better access to her left pinky toe as she dabbed on a bright layer of red lacquer. Apparently, nail polish was all the rage in Central, and Riza Hawkeye had sent her a bottle of her favorite shade. Riza had always had good taste. "Not our kids, the neighborhood kids!"

"Winry," he huffed, finally wresting his way out of their closet where he had been trying to organize their clothes in the newly shared space. "The only kids interested in automail are that nerd from down the street and his little sister."

"And I'd like for you to give them a demonstration! He's interested in an apprenticeship."

"I'm not some trick pony for you to trot out just because you found someone half the gearhead you are," he growled. "Why can't you use one of the fifty models you have cluttering up the kitchen table?"

"Firstly, there is one full arm and one finger I'm working on for Mrs. Jeers and Toby, and they're just a patch job; they'll be out of the kitchen in two days. Not everyone destroys their automail, you know. Secondly, automail is meant to be appreciated on the human form! And since when were you so worried about clutter?"

"Since I married you and inherited about one square foot of closet space," he said, eyeing the sundresses, shirts, sweaters, slacks, and the substantial collection of clean-but-stained overalls lining most of the closet.

Winry didn't think a girl should be constrained any one color or style of overall, and she didn't expect a man that spent half his childhood wearing the same three black shirts to understand.

Okay, so maybe he made a fair point . . .

"Fine, I'll see about getting rid of some of the overalls."

"How generous," he said, plucking an old, threadbare number from the rack. It was grease-stained to the point where the blue resembled navy, and had enough holes in it to rival swiss cheese.

"Not that one."

Ed looked at her incredulously. "But look at it!" he held it up like one might hold up a dead bird, an arm's length away and with his lip curled. "It's barely holding together!"

"It has sentimental value."

Ed squinted at her. "They're overalls."

"Sentimental overalls."

Ed groaned, putting it back on the rack. "We are going to drown in overalls."

"So, about the demonstration . . ."

She could tell by the scowl on his face that she was winning.

"Fine," he growled. "I will walk in a circle for your dumb little lecture, but then I get to set fire to half of these."

"Four."

"Four?! There have to be at least sixty in here!"

She sighed. "Fine. Ten, but I get to choose them. And I'll even let you help me paint the living room."

Ed scowled. "Why does it feel like I'm not really winning here?"

She flashed him a winning smile. "Because you're not."

With a growl, he stalked across the room, planting his two flesh-and-blood fists on the bed and leaning, bring his face eyelevel with hers. "You're lucky I love you," he announced roughly, brow furrowed and golden eyes intense.

Then he kissed her.

She blinked in surprise but kissed him back. His lips were smooth under hers as she turned her head to get a better angle.

As suddenly as he had started, he broke the kiss but didn't pull away immediately. Unfortunately, she held an opened bottle of nail polish in one hand and the brush in the other, so pulling his face back to meet hers was not an option.

At the moment.

"What was that for?" she asked breathlessly.

He leaned forward so their foreheads touched, somehow never breaking eye contact. "I love you, you stupid gearhead."

Her lips quirked. "And I love you, alchemy freak."

He planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, then turned away, disappearing into the closet once more.

Well, no one could accuse her husband of being normal. She stared after him, the smile still lingering on her lips. "Now what are you doing?"

"Picking out the overalls I get to burn."

Her smile evaporated.

"Ed!"

Okay, so it's EdWin week and I've never ever done anything like this before, and I really wanted to participate in something. But I'm late, because it's me.

But I'm here, because it's quarantine.

Side note: romance scares me because I'm much more comfortable with platonic fluff, but we'll see what happens lol. I'm literally flying by the seat of my pants here, but I'm going to see if I can write one of these a day (or at least every couple of days) and maybe complete all five prompts by Saturday, but we'll see.

Again, this is me we're talking about. Let's not get our collective hopes up :'D

Please drop a review if you have the time, and I'll see you tomorrow or something xD

God Bless,

-RainFlame